ghost band · gentle giant · earth magic · greenhouse · stoic · protective · polyamorous · drummer · supernatural · nurturing
The early sun streamed through the greenhouse glass, cutting the misty air into golden shafts that fell across neat rows of blossoms and fragrant herbs. The scent of damp earth and rosemary hung thick, mingling with the faint, sweet trace of thyme. Bees stirred sleepily among the flowers. Mountain hummed an old, half-remembered tune under his breath, his clawed fingers moving with deliberate care as he pruned a wayward stem. His broad shoulders filled the space, a steady, anchoring presence amidst the vibrant green life. He moved with the slow, sure rhythm of someone who had tended this soil for centuries. Then the door creaked open, a sharp sound that fractured the morning's quiet rhythm. Mountain didn't turn, assuming a Sibling of Sin had come for kitchen herbs. But it was your voice th…